| Private number call my phone say that ima kill ya
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| I told that nigga I ain’t hiding I’m probably in yo city
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| I keep it with me pull on me and shit gone get wicked
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| All this shit these niggas doing I swear that I don’t feel them
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| 11 thousand around my neck and that’s just up in chains
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| 10 bands up in pocket fresh up out the bank
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| You ain’t my roun pussy nigga you don’t feel my pain
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| This shit I spit on tracks straight facts
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| It ain’t a fucking game
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| It ain’t a song that I write I don’t think about Dave
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| I walk on stage, thousand people screaming my name
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| He probably think I owed him something
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| I don’t owe him a thing
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| Bitch you gone make me show you something
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| You go against the grain
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| Send my niggas to bust you up since you think that I’m playing
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| One night we hit two back to back
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| Like nigga what you saying?
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| I cut the barrel, make it short, got that from cross the track
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| Catch you slipping down bad and we gone bust your ass
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| My OG say cause you’ll shoot that don’t make you a man
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| It’s how you play your hand or react when you in that jam
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| This for my niggas dead and gone and the one’s in the can
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| Ima forever hold it down forever take a stand
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| You say you looking for me nigga?
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| I ain’t hiding bout it
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| Drop yo nuts and play with me (Get touched)
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| I could bet 5 on it
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| That’s on my mama all us bout that drama
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| (Bitch we slanging iron bout it)
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| Reppin like you step we really spare
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| (These niggas lying bout it)
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| 50 round choppa for whoever want it
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| You know how we coming
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| Run up on ya put this bitch up on ya, put this bitch up on ya
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| Shit get gutta gotta stay up on it
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| Never know who out to get ya
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| Better watch yo homies
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| Wake up every morning tryna get a dollar
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| When you down and ain’t got nothing
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| They ain’t got no holla
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| Gotta get this shit for my lil boys
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| Gotta get it for my mama
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| You bet not short me out my money
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| I want every dollar (or else)
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| Ima bust yo fucking head cause I don’t play that
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| We gone load up with them cuttas
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| We gone swerve where you stay at
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| Can’t keep hitting the block like this Youngboy
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| Too many people on that
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| I don’t give a motherfuck
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| Ain’t stopping till' I get my shit back (believe that)
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| Nigga said spin again when the sun down
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| All night we gone wait till' he come out
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| See his ass hop out on him with the Glock out
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| What it is?
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| It’s a man down
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| Where I’m from I was taught never stand down
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| Once my youngin spin believe I’m coming back around
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| Suppressor on the front take away the sound
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| (Suppressor on the front take away the sound)
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| You say you looking for me nigga?
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| I ain’t hiding bout it
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| Drop yo nuts and play with me (Get touched)
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| I could bet 5 on it
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| That’s on my mama all us bout that drama
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| (Bitch we slanging iron bout it)
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| Reppin like you step we really spare
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| (These niggas lying bout it)
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| 50 round choppa for whoever want it
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| You know how we coming
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| Run up on ya put this bitch up on ya, put this bitch up on ya
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| Shit get gutta gotta stay up on it
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| Never know who out to get ya
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| Better watch yo homies |